break the way [comprehension]

On this day, Du Ziteng was originally contemplating the way of his talisman array in seclusion. Since entering the perimeter of the heavens, he has come into contact with more and more demon clan-related sorcery inheritances. For some reason, he has become more and more I learned more and more about the characters on the Spiral Mirror Tower that I saw when I was in the Cultivation Alliance, and even the mysterious runes that occasionally appeared on Xiao Chen's body.

Du Ziteng is still at a loss for this kind of understanding. He doesn't know whether it is caused by the natural connection between the three, or because he has become more and more in-depth on the way of the talisman array, and he has become more and more incomprehensible. Among them, he also felt that judging from Xiao Chen's inhuman appearance when he was furious, it seemed that the former was more.

Xiao Chen originally specialized in swordsmanship, he was an extremely authentic swordsman, but because the bastard little stick swallowed his sword spirit, he attacked the inheritance in the tower in order to resist demons in the hopeless situation in the Xiaohe, and then there was Those abnormalities.

From this point of view, everything is because of the inheritance of the whirlpool mirror tower?

The Spiral Mirror Tower... or what is the origin of that steamed stuffed bun?Why is there such an inextricable relationship with the Yaozu? The Yaozu bowed their heads and surrendered nearly ten thousand years ago, and it seems that Baozi entered the cultivation alliance at that time. Is this a coincidence, or is there some relationship?

But if Baozi is a thing of the demon clan, it seems that the runes on the whirlpool mirror tower are not completely consistent with the sorcery that Du Ziteng now understands. The technique is just a presentation after repeated simplifications.

But how is this possible?

If the steamed stuffed bun is really a thing of the demon clan, it records the real mystery of the source of the sorcery, and the demon clan is now in such a state of chaos, even resorting to such unscrupulous methods as violence and intimidation, how could it be possible to leave the Xuanjing Tower and not look for it? ?Why is there no such item in the trend of the monster clan that has been paid attention to?

Moreover, Du Ziteng caressed the little stick that he only summoned when no one was around. He did not forget that Baozi was familiar with vicissitudes when he saw the stick for the first time. If they both came from the same source, from the same era It doesn't make sense that Bai Shu recognized the little stick but couldn't think of Baozi.

At that time, Bai Shu saw the little wooden stick and recognized its identity as Jianmu, but although he showed respect on the surface, he had no intention of taking possession of it in his heart. It is absolutely impossible to get out of a fight with him. Before a difficult situation, Bai Shu did not make a move. This is not the proper attitude towards the sacred objects of the clan.

As for all of this, even his real name, Xiao Muzhu remained silent, as if he had already washed away the past and the past, and there was no way to trace it back.Those who happily chase with Baozi and like to eat and drink all day long seem to be the true face of this little stick. The great glory of Jianmu can't be found at all, and Du Ziteng can only smile helplessly when he thinks about it.

Xiao Chen, Baozi, the little stick, the demon clan... Du Ziteng's thoughts fluctuated, but where were Xiao Chen and Baozi at this time?Du Ziteng was at a loss for a while.

The little wooden stick was only blooming faintly with purple flowers, as if it was soothing Du Ziteng's turbulent mood, he smiled slightly, and his determination to understand the Wanzai of the Yaozu became more determined in his heart.

At this moment, the little wooden stick clanged suddenly. Since the little wooden stick gave birth to wisdom, except for the emotional exchange with Du Ziteng just now, it has rarely expressed anything in such an instinctive way. Almost every time such a sound shows extreme Abnormal.

Du Ziteng's heart trembled, and he stood up instantly. He originally thought that he was attacked again, or by an unyielding monster clan, or some internal change in Zhan Wuyuan. The aircraft under his feet was also trembling violently. What happened? Even the aircraft guarded by the peak monks of Hedao can't stop? !

But in the next moment, Du Ziteng only felt the sky and the earth spinning, his consciousness was humming and shaking, and the spiritual energy sensed around him suddenly became violent and disorderly!The terrifying tearing spiritual pressure actually forced his consciousness to close...

This is a situation he has never encountered since entering the Zhoutian Realms!

Du Ziteng clenched the small wooden stick tightly, and in an instant, he re-entered the long-lost Cave Realm.

When he opened his "eyes" again with the help of the small wooden stick and opened his consciousness, everything around him made people like Du Ziteng pale in shock.

There were no aircraft around him anymore, only darkness and flames.

Even the void was distorted and swallowed in such terrifying darkness and flames. In the dark sky, several slender figures raised their arms to drive, and countless violent auras were driven by overwhelming spiritual consciousness to tear everything around. Du Ziteng Trembling under such coercion, what kind of power is this!

But there was a clear and intense sound of broken jade in the dark sky, and then a clear rainbow light flickered like countless shooting stars passing the sky. Then it fell like that, collapsing into mud.

Du Ziteng's lips trembled, looking at the still squirming flesh and blood falling at his feet, he couldn't even move forward, and above the sky, the rainbow light paused, and he cast a cold glance at Du Ziteng.

Du Ziteng held the small wooden stick tightly in his hand, and his clothes were already soaked in cold sweat. If such a big monk who can overwhelm mountains and seas can't withstand the blow of the rainbow light, what about him?How many more moments can you live?

After the rainbow light caught Du Ziteng, it seemed that the judgment was not worth mentioning. After the big monks in the sky cleaned up, they never stopped moving forward. A more brutal and bloody scene followed.

They were monsters that were either familiar or unfamiliar, or had wings of wind and thunder, or stepped on red flames, all with red eyes, and the monks fought with such terrifying monsters just like that. Magical artifacts fought each other, magic and spiritual power never stopped, and each other's blood was intertwined. On this terrifying battlefield, both sides had no other ideas except to survive.

This is not the first time Du Ziteng has been on the battlefield. During the Cultivation Alliance, he took the lead and rushed to the front line of demons many times, but this time, the bloody scene in front of him made him a little dizzy.

Maybe it's because, on those faces of the same race, he saw the unprecedented cruelty and killing that made him tremble in his heart, maybe it's because, on the faces of the alien race that were once friendly, there was something that had never been shown to him. The murderous intent made his footsteps tremble.

At this moment, Du Ziteng suddenly felt that the superior indifference he had imagined was so vulnerable.

He can't avoid it, he is a member of the human race.

He couldn't avoid it, he had received favors from the Yaozu, and he had given back such favors.

He couldn't avoid it. If he stood between the battle formations, what should he do and what choice should he make?

It was only at this moment that Du Ziteng realized that the thing he had firmly established for himself in his heart had nothing to do with him, and the reason he never participated in it was because he no longer knew what to do.

These monsters who fought and killed the human race were not the monsters who had invaded the cultivation alliance. He couldn't think of any reason to fight them openly and hinder them from pursuing freedom. However, he couldn't abandon the racial belonging deep in his heart.

Deep in his heart, perhaps because of his hesitation, he actually avoided such a choice.

Every time he fought against the monster race, whether it was in the Baicheng Realm or the Feitian Realm, Du Ziteng, who held a large formation in his hand, seemed to fight back against the monster race from the standpoint of the human race again and again, but, ask yourself, which time did he fight back? Bring on the kill?Time and time again, subconsciously pointing at the Yaozu, those formations that are mainly defensive and rarely full of offense have fully expressed his inner hesitation, but he failed to recognize his own heart.

But when he sees his heart clearly at this moment, Qiao Ziteng is undoubtedly extremely entangled and difficult to choose. He has no way to violate the recognition of justice and freedom deep in his heart, but he also has no way to abandon his race, even if it is not his origin. The world he grew up in, and his racial affiliation, made it difficult for him to turn around and leave after all.

Standing on this battlefield where demon and spirit qi are extremely violent, blood rushes, and life is harvested, in the darkness and flames, he has no room to dodge. Du Ziteng tremblingly raised the small wooden stick in his hand. The demon clan and monks seemed to ignore him, colliding head-on like a torrent, causing a terrifying killing.

Under Du Ziteng's dazed and somewhat relaxed eyes, the scene around him changed again, and he finally realized what was wrong. This is a bright and secluded green space, and the green color is flowing with infinite vitality. A slender figure is kneeling there tall and straight , it seems that even if he is kneeling there, he is worthy of the world, dignified and upright.

But Du Ziteng knew from his flowing white hair that this was not a human race. Even if they were of different races, it was difficult to hide Du Ziteng's judgment on his fair conduct.

Suddenly, the figure paused, as if it wanted to get up, and then stabilized the figure: "You are here..."

Du Ziteng's footsteps froze. Among all the inexplicable things in front of him, could his whereabouts be discovered?

But the figure spoke very hastily again, apparently in an extremely disturbed mood: "I have violated the family rules and was punished to think about it here, and I am not at all unwilling. The saint will definitely take his anger out on you, you... you better leave quickly."

The hesitation in the last voice made people clearly feel the contradiction in his heart, which was a conflicting emotion intertwined with reluctance and determination.

"I'm fine. This is an important place in the clan. The demon saint punished me here to guard me. I..."

Only then did Du Ziteng see the half of the handsome face looking back happily, and saw that the expression on that face was still frozen in the joy of the other party's response, but his eyes were full of disbelief, and finally froze in...sorrow and regret.

This is the second time Du Ziteng has seen the collapse of the Yaozu. It is as if a crystal clear sculpture shattered from the inside and turned into crystal dust that filled the sky, shining brightly.

Du Ziteng didn't know what that scene showed, but just watching that last look made him feel emotional.

Then, this emerald green space seemed to be frozen by something, and gradually faded away.

Du Ziteng's perspective changed again, a ray of sky gradually appeared in the dark world, and then accompanied by the enthusiastic cheers of countless monks fighting, this time, he finally saw clearly that it was not darkness, but a towering canopy Wu, covered the heaven and the earth, firmly gathered the evil spirit between the heaven and the earth.

But now, countless monks rushed towards this Cangwu plant one after another, like moths who know the ending but still rush to the flame.

The ray of sky light gradually diffused, the spiritual energy gradually poured in, and the evil spirit gradually dissipated.

Amidst the overwhelming cheers of the human race, the dazed and even mournful eyes of the monster race covered in blood were so clear, and a slight sigh sounded: "... let's go."

In the tears that finally welled up in the eyes of a pair of alien races who had drained the last drop of blood and never surrendered, the sky was full of rainbow lights, and amidst the once crisp but now hoarse whispers, Du Ziteng saw that unprecedented bird. The creatures that I saw, the sky was full of flowers and feathers, like a neon glow, arousing boundless clouds in the bright sky full of aura, and disappearing into the endless void with countless fallen and hurt monsters.

Amidst the loud bang, the towering sky fell to the ground, the world was completely the world of the human race, and the wounds of the previous wars were gone in the blink of an eye. The sky was bright, the mountains were undulating, the aura was full, and the avenue was full of vitality.

The phoenix sings, in that high hill; the phoenix tree grows, in the rising sun.

If the parasol is lost, where will the phoenix live?What should the monster clan lost in the boundless Zhoutian realms lose their clan land and their protection?

When Du Ziteng's eyes gradually returned to bright light, what he saw was a completely different world. In the dark sky, the mountains and rivers were undulating, with beautiful aura, and seven brightly colored lakes were scattered like colorful beads.

A voice said with complicated emotions: "Master Xiao, you have been able to inspire for such a long time as soon as you entered the ancient battle environment. As far as I know, there is no one who can stand shoulder to shoulder with you... This is Zhan Wuyuan."

Du Ziteng couldn't come back to his senses for a long time. The tragedy of thousands of years ago seems to be just a blessed place in front of him. Who still remembers that there were monster clans who lingered here, and this place was once... the holy land of the monster clan?

The human race gave the name of cutting Wuyuan, and even made an oath of incompatibility between their descendants and the monster race here, is it because they regard the history of overthrowing that towering giant tree as a glorious glory to spur future generations?

Until now, Du Ziteng silently looked at the big monks coming and going, the light between the heaven and the earth seemed to be in such a state of ambiguity all the time, but the expressions of the monks coming and going were all high-spirited and reserved, thinking that he was in Zhanwuyuan as an excuse Rong, who still remembers that there was bloodshed, thousands of miles of war, and the corpses of monsters and humans couldn't tell each other at all?

Seeing Du Ziteng's expression and not answering for a long time, although Ming Yu knew that he was just out of the Zhanwu Realm and his mind was agitated, and he couldn't help but speak out again, Master Yu Xiao said slowly: "Little Cultivator Xiao, aren't you Have you seen the image of chopping Wu?"

Du Ziteng came back to his senses, and exhaled slowly: "I did see the scene where the Cangwu fell."

Several monks around immediately looked at Du Ziteng with strange eyes.

Throughout the ages, monks who entered Zhanwuyuan for the first time were likely to be affected by the tragic battle here, and entered the ancient battle in a state of turmoil. Many people even fought side by side with the ancient monks, and those real ancient monsters. Clans fight against each other, but they can really see the end of the battle-the ones who are in the state of cutting Wu are just a few hands.

The cultivator in front of me is not a high-level cultivator, but he can immerse himself in the battle environment and understand it with all his heart. All the monks felt a little regretful.

Du Ziteng didn't say anything, but his mood was still complicated.

At the end of the day, the many monks who cut Wuyuan naturally dispersed. I don't know if Master Yuxiao and Master Ming Yu had a discussion about something, or it was related to the agreement reached with the world in Feitian Realm. These great monks His whereabouts disappeared in the blink of an eye——I wanted to trouble such a big monk to accompany me all the way, but it was because of the unrest in the Zhoutian realms today.

Now that I have entered Zhanwuyuan, many things that are inconvenient to say outside the yuan can also be lifted, Ming Yu said: "I Zhanwuyuan has been immersed in this ancient battlefield all the year round, and I have been fighting in the battlefield all the year round. It is the best in all circles of Zhoutian, and many ancient monks in the ancient battlefield also have their unique skills. Repeatedly observing and entering the battlefield, it also makes me cut Wuyuan's unique skills and preserve them as the best in all realms... The Eight Parts of Wuyuan are actually ancient The eight entrances to the battlefield..."

Following Ming Yu's introduction of those lakes, these eight parts seem to be named after the color of the lakes. Ming Yu took a look at Du Ziteng before sighing: "Since Master Xiao has seen the image of cutting Wu, I don't have to. Put more cover, the monster clan couldn't serve the Cangwu at that time, after the Cangwu fell, all the monster energy in the sky gathered into these lakes..."

Du Ziteng's footsteps faltered, no wonder these lakes are so bright in color, they are not as clear as those spiritual springs and lakes in the cultivation world.

Then he frowned slightly: "Babu? Why only seven lakes?"

A frivolous voice interjected: "Of course it's because the Mobu is not here anymore, heck, a little Golden Core cultivator who doesn't know anything is going to work with the majestic Chibu leader?"

Ming Yu's face darkened: "Junior Brother Ji! Master Xiao is my distinguished guest from Akabe, so you can't help but speak rudely!"

That Ji Qing had a good face, obviously extremely handsome, but his eyes were full of arrogance, at this moment he just laughed and said: "Oh, but a Jindan cultivator is worthy of the title of honored guest like you? This leader of the Chibu tribe is too aggrieved, hahahahahaha..."

It was fine for him to laugh wildly, but a group of monks who looked messed up behind him were also laughing up and down, as if they had encountered something extremely ridiculous.

A calmer-looking young man brought a woman from afar and said: "Jibu leader, you are the leader of the Qingbu tribe, and you are worthy of your master and brother. It would be detrimental to be so rude in front of guests. For me to cut off the reputation of Wuyuan's eight branches with the same spirit."

Ji Qing stopped laughing, looked at the young man who came from afar and sneered: "Ming Yu, you are really a loyal servant."

There was an endless sense of mockery in the voice, and Ming Zhu and Ming Mei, who were accompanying him, were furious, but before Ming Yu could speak for Ming Song, Ji Qing raised his eyebrows and said to Du Ziteng: "I heard that you are setting up the Flying Heaven Realm Monster Clan War The person in the formation?"

Du Ziteng nodded, his expression was always calm, and he didn't have the consciousness of being in the center of the vortex at all: "Don't dare, what advice do you have?"

Ji Qing's eyes were shining brightly: "I don't believe that you, a Golden Core cultivator, can set up such a battle formation! Come with me to the real monster clan in Yuankou to try!"

After all, without waiting for Du Ziteng's reaction, he stretched out his hand to arrest people. Ming Yu had already been on guard against this domineering leader of the Qing Ministry, how could he allow him to succeed?What's more, Ming Yu is a person with a cruel temper, how could he tolerate Ji Qing's junior brother committing crimes? !

The two Nascent Soul cultivators who have already touched the edge of the Dao of their own bodies and can no longer be measured by the Nascent Soul realm are very terrifying when they fight.

Leading by Ming Song, Ming Mei and Ming Zhu rushed to help each other, and the three formed an array to bring Du Ziteng out of the terrifying storm range. Ming Zhu turned around and asked, "Master Xiao, are you alright?"

When the master was around, the kid kept the rules, but now he showed a bit of liveliness.

And Du Ziteng looked up to the Nascent Soul cultivator who was a big realm higher than him. For some reason, in the Baicheng Realm, although he was able to accept Ming Yu's temptation with the help of the Fatian Great Formation, he couldn't really understand Ming Yu's whole body. The ins and outs of spiritual energy and Taoism, but now, he did not use the Fatian Great Formation, or even use a small wooden stick to enter the Realm of the Hole, just raised his head like that, and with the naked eyes and spiritual sense of a Golden Core cultivator, he fought against each other. The ins and outs of the story can be seen clearly and clearly, and the fingertips have even unconsciously begun to outline the corresponding talismans.

Ming Song only thought that he was intimidated by the power of such a confrontation, and said: "Master Xiao, although my master is only in the Nascent Soul Realm, he has been tempered in the ancient battle for hundreds of years. Although Chief Ji is arrogant, But they are also born and brought up in the battle environment monks, they should not be underestimated, their power in fighting is no less than ordinary Taoist monks, so I hurriedly take you away, if I offend you, please forgive me."

Du Ziteng looked back at the calm young man: "Ming Song?"

Then he looked at the fight in the sky above his head, laughed dumbfounded, and just watched with his hands behind his back. During this period of time, he has been thinking about the difference and connection between black magic and human spells, and made many comparisons.

But now when he is looking up at the match between these two outstanding human beings, it seems that he is reading a textbook, a textbook summed up by the human race for thousands of years, how to fight against the monster race, how to restrain the monsters and fight against the textbook .

Every move is like turning a page, telling him the essence of wisdom and bright sparks produced by the collision of sorcery and spells.

Ming Song wanted to greet at first, but it can be seen that this Master Xiao looked up at Master Tianji and his opponent with such a calm and focused expression, even as the battle situation changed from time to time in his expression, he nodded in praise or frowned in disapproval, and a ridiculous thought arose in his heart : Could it be that this master of the golden core period monks can understand the rules of the battle between the master and the leader Jibu?

Then he denied his absurd idea. How could this be possible? He also followed his master in the battle for hundreds of years before he knew the existence of the law of the battle. After seeing the laws of a battle environment, ordinary monks would only feel that the coercion is too harsh to face, and the spells are too sharp to parry. They never thought that this is not a gap in cultivation level, but a gap in understanding of the laws of heaven and earth.

Even in order to better understand the laws of the battle environment, all the core disciples of Yuanzhong who have been tempered in the battle environment are required to impact the cultivation base when they comprehend the law. In order to get in touch with as many ancient monster races of the same realm as possible.

How could the formation mage at the golden core stage in front of him understand everything he had comprehended in this way?